This story can be read alone, but there is a prequel about Jane's life as a human that explains some things.

The streets were quiet. The lamps lit dimly. Moonlight streamed through the thin clouds. Even with the pale light, the ground was dark.

Where the stone houses turned to the wooden houses of the peasants the silence ended. If there was a pedestrian out at this time of night, he would have heard the pounding of a man's feet hitting the cobblestone street. The man, in his late twenties, was running from his past.

With the ground so dark he couldn't see much of anything.

But he threw his head back with fear taking control. When there seemed o be nothing behind him, but shadows, he felt a small surge of relief. The man turned his head so his eyes could see in front of him again.

The end of the street where one of the lit lamps stood seemed too far.

Needing an immediate escape, he saw a space between two stone buildings. With no hesitation, he threw himself in it. Only a few yards away was a wall. If he could just clime it, then he would have a chance to get away.

As soon as he touched the wall, a snarl echoed off the walls behind him.

The fear inside him took over again. Frantically, he tried to scramble up the wall with no success.

The snarls sounded again, louder and closer. With another failure, he pushed himself against the wall as if he could disappear inside of it.

"Look at me," a beautiful, angelic voice cooed softly.

Throwing his head to the side, the man pushed his eyes closed so he couldn't see her.

"Look at me!" The voice became sharp and demanding.

Then after a few moments of trembling silence, cold fingers brushed against his cheek.

He shook and forced his eyes to stay closed.

"Don't you want to see me?" She lowered her voice again.

"Please," the man barley made the word out. His voice was shaking.

"But I thought you loved me."

Lips brushed against his forehead. Hesitantly, the man inched his head toward the woman. Even more slowly, his eyelids pulled back.

A wordless shriek erupted from his mouth. The woman was bleeding from her temple. Her eyes had a glassy stare that made it seem as if she wasn't even there.

"You did this to me," She stated with a monotone voice.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered.

Her eyes traveled to his, but he glanced away. Her hand on his chin forced him to look back.

"Look at me."

He trembled at the sight of the blood matted into the woman's blond hair.

"Don't you love me?" She asked with innocence. The man couldn't answer.

"Henry…" She dragged out.

"Go away." He tried to sound strong, but nothing could do that.

"Why would you kill me if you love me?" She asked with her soft voice.

Fear spiked. Memories he tried to keep hidden and buried for years sprung up. He had loved someone else. Divorce wasn't an option. No one would allow him to do so. He only wanted to be with the one he truly loved. If the woman he no longer wanted were to die, then he would get the future he wanted so badly.

"You didn't love someone else did you?" She stared at him, expecting an answer.

"No." He wheezed out.

Her head turned to the side as she spoke. "There is no use in lying to me. I know everything."

His eyes widened at her confession.

And then he became desperate. "Please! Monica! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"

She smiled, revealing her bright white teeth. "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, Henry." She placed her hand on his cheek.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked at his dead wife, she began to flicker.

"What's happening?" He asked, becoming fearful once more.

"I won't hurt you." She said again as if singing a jump rope chant. She flickered once more before disappearing.

Nothing was there.

He couldn't move. Henry shook as he tried to move his hand.

A breeze swept across his face lightly. The most gorgeous girl stood before him, ever more beautiful than his second wife.

She had pale brown hair that waved down to her back. Skin so creamy white that it seemed to glow in the moonlight. Eyes as red as blood.

"Who-who are you?" he breathed, unsure to be frightened.

She pulled her lips back. At first Henry thought she was smiling, but he quickly realized she was baring her teeth at him.

His slumped figure stiffened. her movements blurred and in an instant she crouched beside him. She leaned her mouth to his ear before whispering, "I'm your worst nightmare."

The screams and shrieks could be heard by no one but the girl biting his throat.